The
thermostat reads the air;
spits
out a degree.
The
clock ticks incessant seconds.
The
phone dings an appointment you forgot.
You’re
drowning in a river
of
digits.
step
outside
into
untranslated time.
you are
counting the weeds;
stop.
stare at
their colors instead
(it
isn’t impolite here)
you are
thinking
what it
will cost to fill the ditch;
stop.
go see
all those frog eggs in it
you are
wondering
how long
you should stay.
stop.
should
is an imaginary word
anyway
the bees are singing to you
come out
come
into a
world
without
numbers
and
accept
you are
not in control.
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